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Best Poems Written by Ann Yeeka

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Death

DEATH

The spread of the dark is vista
As dawn fold back
To her gentle mild hut hither
In silent sob I grieve
As grandma sings her dirge, brief

What can I say?
Death has come knocking on her door
A home call she must answer
To speak no more in cold feet
This is beginning of the end
As she caresses death 
On the bed of depression

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Dreams

DREAMS
Dreams are not what I see when I sleep
It’s what keeps me awake when others sleep
It makes my foamy bed stronger
With the trigger to achieve them hither 

I see a candle lit by the corner
Looking up to the ceilings 
which I cannot reach out to
With villains cry dangling in my ears
Hence I listen to the words of my heart

Fierce darkness encrypts my eyes
Goose bombs rent my body
Retrogressing out of the company of fear
I am challenge by the melodies of my dream
Which rings in my head like the sound of strings

With a reanimated spirit I sail
To produce realism out of my dreams
Then I recall that dreams come true 
when the day is tomorrow
Darkness makes me more appreciative of sight
As silence thought me the joy of sounds

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Depression

Having caresses death
On the bed of depression
Her story was mute

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Buried

Shadows of unfulfilled fate
On the wall of my mind
Hugely drawn, awaken my spirit
On foamy bed, wild and soft
Lost in hush soliloquize, I lay
Stomach plastered to the earth,
As I watch the crave for breathe
Of mummies living in the home
Build six feet below earth surface
With no response to their thunderous scream
And my ears deaden
By the whispers of whisht
Breaking the border of gloom
While in vain struggle for rebirth.
Despite the dread encompassing every step,
I stroll down the quiet dark street
Of my thought without second thought.
It’s a quiet place,
Like a yard of graves
Filled with a thousand tenants
In horrible camouflage, all but dumb.

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Its Not An Option

ITS NOT AN OPTION
They sleep with their eyes open
Doing the s demanding for his grace
Wake up in the morning counting
the millions in their head not yet at hand
Without their desires coiling into shells unbroken

They benefit from the lies of Dagon
Making merry on the clutch of deceit
Eating the fresh meat of lockdown
Filling the table of celebration with lots of receipt

They throw up currencies 
Like papers and pamphlet
With rocking damsels ready to flirt
In a haste to surf through that endless hole
They never give a thought about rejoicing in woo

Now guys on the streets with dreadlocks of disgrace
Sobbing bitterly in thousand talents unspoken
In raised limbs they cry with no ransom
‘God no go shame us’ 
A word to console their weary ass 

This is not a condemnation 
The hustle is just tight
Everybody wants a coronation
With no one ready to pay the tithe

Running the street,
Was an only option for them
As studying pays no cash but vision
All they wanted was to dwell in the Lion’s den
Making a lot out of fools with no mission

Street games a hard one to play with no cards
Even the cardless ones wants to checkup
Street wolves everywhere devouring the ATM Cards
It is not an easy race to run, I pray they just look-up

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Darken White Creed

DARKEN WHITE CREED
Its hiding behind fake smile
Deep down not less than a mile
River of joy and sadness
Flows from the same source
Salt and fresh water
Meet at same point, later

Black and white classified
Human magnified
Can’t intertwine
Same air we dine
The race is partial
In her peak of metal

The rock’s not stable
Fair judgment isn’t edible
Our loud voice inaudible 
With what meat do we feed posterity
If we don’t take responsibility
To wage this hostility

Fish and prawn delicious
Different nutrition’s
Sea food they (both) are

The darken voice should be heard abit
By he that appear to be light
Under same roof we were born
Into same earth, we shall (all) return

This color black, us.
It couldn’t be a curse
The almighty has it cause.

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I Know My World

I KNOW MY WORLD
Don’t come to my world
Its milk and honey
Are that of excreted inks

A world where
Lines are made into walls
Out of a dancing pen

A world where
Her neighboring villages
Are called stanzas
And her clans 
Known for words

A world where 
The sound of the battle bell
Is so melodious 
To the heart and soul

Where Rhythms commands
The waist of our wrist to twist
As Rhymes provokes 
The wrestlers to agitate 
The victory that awaits

Don’t come to this world
It is so deep and wide
Deeper than mere imaginations
And travels beyond
Human understanding

A world where
I die a thousand times
And resurrect between my lines

A world where
The wounds of the heart 
Is often healed with poesies

A world where 
With optical eyes
You seek my romantic interest
But fails, unknowing to you that
I hide behind poetic walls

Don’t come to my world
Else, you’ll get lost
In the mirage of lust love

Please come not to my world.

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The Runway

THE RUNWAY

A sea of cars
Riding on my back
Abroad, intensified with speedy tires
Lubricant, passengers of thought

Bolded signs of ‘U’ turn
Too shabby to understand
On a straight road with
No roundabout

Only then, stirring to the wheels
Into a burning bush of no flames
Dumped in the garage of animal homes
Eat me up, if that will help

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Depressed

Misery is knocking
I’m holding the knob
Mind’s not made up,
Verdict; a hard bone to chew
With my milky teeth,
That’s too sharp to tear
The tongue, willing
To tell out my pain.
Wish someone can open
The door from outside or
Come in through the window.
Maybe my hero is farther
Or my burning heart can’t be felt
Neither can the flame be seen.
Misery is knocking still,
I can hear her voice
Loud and clear.
Confusion; a well baked bread
Collaborate with demise steaming in the oven,
Yet known can perceive
The sweet smelling savour.
Misery in stillbirth
No midwife to deliver her.

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I Lost Me

I LOST ME
I escape out of myself today
I sneak out of my mind
I forgot the rhythms of my own heartbeats
I literally got lost in my own world

I think I have lost
My wings to fly
I think I can’t remember the 
Tracks in the sky that leads to my muse
I think I have just bisected
The papers of my thought with red inks
I am obviously lost in my own world

Right now;
My legs have run away
My hands hidden behind my back
My eyes too open to see
My ears have failed to hear or listen
My mouth filled with unspeakable words
Indeed, a stranger in my own world

They said, “when words fails
Music speaks”. But the music 
Too loud to speak for me
Then you turn it down, it becomes
Too low to be heard
My own world has truly failed me

My ink is drying out
Yet I keep shaking its tips not to.
My pages are running out
Who will borrow me theirs
Darkness evolves in me
As DeMoon, I try to out shine it
But it’s clear that I no longer
Have me…..